I was running through the summer rain waiting for the evening train to killthat old familiar pain weaving through my tangled brain when I tipped mybottle back smacked into a cop I didn't seethat policeman said mr. cool if you ain't drunk then you're a fool I said ifthat's against the law tell me why I never saw no man locked in this jail ofyours wasn't just as low-down poor as me and that's just when someone turned outthe lights yes and I wound up in jail to spend the night and a dream of all thewhining lonely girls in this best of all possiblenext morning woke up feeling like my head was really gone and like my fickletongue was looking something sick and wrong I said I'd sell my soul forsomething about as wet and cold as this old cellthat kind of jailer looked at me all eaten up with sympathy then pouredhimself another beer came and whispered in my ear if booze was just a dime abottle boy you couldn't even buy the smell I said I knew there's something Ilike about this town oh but it'll take more than that to bring me down cuzthere's still a lot of whining lonely girls in this best of all possiblewell they finally came and told me they was gonna set me free and I believe intown if I knew what was good for me I said it's nice to learn that everybodyis so concerned about my healthbut I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can and I've enjoyed about asmuch of this as I can stand and I don't need this town of yours no more than Iever needed nothing else cuz there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunkyes lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk oh yeah there's still a lot ofwhining lonely girls in this best of all possible worldsin this best of all possible worlds in this best of all possible worlds